GETTING TO POINT PERFECT

Fr. Richard Rohr wrote one of my all-time favorite lines: "The most amazing fact about Jesus, unlike almost any other religious founder, is that he found God in disorder and imperfection - and told us that we must do the same or we would never be content on this earth."

I have pondered that, and I've concluded that that is exactly what goes on sometimes in the appearance of disorder and imperfection...when we are caught up in our own self-determined objectives.

I remember almost fifteen years ago when I had finally found and furnished an apartment that was perfect in my mind. The only thing that was not wonderful there was I could not have a dog. 

Then one night, or one very early morning to be exact, the woman upstairs started moving furniture...or playing basketball or some such. Woke me up at any rate. I got my broom & pounded up on my ceiling. She stopped, but the next night/morning she started again, and, long story short, this continued for a couple of weeks. 

This was during a period of time that my goal in life was to trust God for my solutions...to any and everything that was problematic in my life. The promise is that the Father knows our needs...fret not over what you'll eat, drink, wear, your father knows your needs. That's the promise, but no matter what the need, there's always someone who's going to pooh-pooh, saying, "God doesn't wash windows," or "God doesn't find parking places," or He doesn't do whatever it is I have a need for at the time. So I quit talking about it and made it my goal to wait on the Lord and trust I would be led to what I needed to do. I believe we are God's hands and feet, and if hands and feet why not brains and heart...we just need to be still long enough for Him to give us the quiet Word.

Well, He wasn't giving me the Word, and I was simply unable to take any forward action...and I'd long ago learned how to push back, stand up for myself, not get run over by ignorance or arrogance, etc. But…other than buy earplugs…I did nothing, 

Then, out of the clear, comes an opportunity to buy a condo. Which I'd never really thought about doing because I never thought I could do it. I'd always rented and been happy, plus I now had my perfect apartment. But here's the condo of my dreams: four walking minutes from the Metro, a pet building, assigned parking, own washer/dryer and close to grocery and shopping...ideal. 

I found it, and in a heartbeat, which is an even greater God story, it was mine, and three months after closing I had a dog. 

Here's the Point Perfect: All the while, in the midst of apparent disorder and imperfect, God had already prepared the way for me to find something better than what I was calling perfect. And using the appearance of disorder and imperfection to cause it to happen. The second nearly as perfect point, if I had resisted the woman upstairs, caused a fuss, fought about it, I don't doubt I'd have won...and I'd still be there. Without Ruckus.

Thank You.